Becoming Glass
A fascination of mine.
You struck violently from the sky
and slashed your way out of the night
to fuse my grains into shape.
Will you let me linger in this new place—
In this Fulgurite, hot and vitreous?
I have given both breath and blood
to hollow out a home fit for love,
a funnel to hold your desires as they rise.
Come collect me when the storm passes
and the crabs begin to sidle once more.
Fill me with your tears or with wine,
we can become communal and divine.
Carry me to the box lined in red velvet
or shatter me if you choose.
Polish and wrap me in folds of Satin,
where I can finally rest in shining pieces.
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*Footnote: FULGURITE noun Geology
vitreous material formed of sand or other sediment fused by lightning.
ORIGIN—mid 19th century: from Latin fulgur ‘lightning’ + -ite1.
Source: New Oxford American English Dictionary
What can I say! I am moved into pieces upon encountering this glassy experience. I have never ever thought of this. I am not too sure if I’d sound sexist but this is a feminine experience I was kind of drawn into. I could go on a date with the poem.
Blessings.
Supratik, thank you for your lovely words. That’s a great compliment you have paid this piece and my penning of it. I hope this finds you well. I have been through a major reformation and upheaval the past year, which I hope it finally over.
Blessings,
Jolen
Talk about an original take on the creation myth. This poem celebrates the eroticism of the male (lightning) ‘striking’ the female (grains of sand representing the Earth) creating something beautiful and divine. Nicely rendered, sumptuous in description, and delicately voluptuous in imagery. Well done, most sweet.
Cher Loup xx
My Cher Loup: How fantastic to hear from you and please forgive my horrible lateness in reply. My world was turned upside down right after posting these few poems of mine and has been a tumultuous rollercoaster ride since. However, I am struggling to get caught up with everything and so be able to be here regularly. I have missed you, your fine work and your wonderfully astute perception. (And those oh-s0-sexy other bits of yours) 😉
I hope to read more from you soon and I pray that the cosmos is being kind.
Love and respect always,
sweetness
I came across this powerful poem, its title ” Becoming glass” already intriguing by itself and leading to question and thought.
“I have given both breath and blood
to hollow out a home fit for love”
is a favourite of mine , so beautifully phrased, and the end, last two lines, a highlight.
Wished to know more what made you write this poem and your own thoughts about it. I am guessing more layers, more meanings…
Dear Yutka,
Thank you for reading this and your thoughtful comment. I truly appreciate it. I’m a bit pressed for time right now, but I will attempt to share some of those things you speak about in the next day or so.
Thanks again,
jolen
Hello again, Yutka I promised to revisit this in an attempt to explain it a bit so here I am. I have always been fascinated with Fulgurites. (perhaps because lightning is something I’ve always been in awe of) So, one day I was thinking how the process of a Fulgurite being created is often like love, falling into it, living within it, suffering for it at times, but being transmogrified by it. Because I am something of a Random Walk thinker, in that one thought leads me onto another, and so on, I often and did here, incorporate things which… Read more »
Thank you for this interesting explanation. I am happy to know now about fulgurites. It makes sense.
Yutka